As soon as Wu Tao spoke, every cultivator present turned his gaze toward Ji Miaotong.
Beside Ji Miaotong sat his Protector, a Tribulation Heavenly Venerable from the Xianling Sacred Land. He held a cup of spirit wine, his face still bearing the smile from his conversation with Hall Master Xu.
In the eyes of a Tribulation Heavenly Venerable, the friction between Wu Tao and Ji Miaotong was merely a quarrel between juniors.
But Ji Miaotong was a cultivator of the Xianling Sacred Land, its former leading Spirit Transformation disciple who had held the rank of Spirit Transformation Holy Son. This time, too, he represented the Xianling Sacred Land.
As Ji Miaotong's Protector, this Tribulation Heavenly Venerable also wanted to see how he would handle the situation and recover the face the Xianling Sacred Land had lost through him last time.
Despite Wu Tao's provocation, Ji Miaotong's expression remained calm, as did his heart. He was, after all, a disciple of a sacred land. His previous setback had cast no shadow over his heart.
Duan Jiujian and the others had all lost to Wu Tao. He was not the only one.
Now that he had broken through to Void Refinement, he naturally would not refuse Wu Tao's challenge. Thus, Ji Miaotong said calmly, "On the path of cultivation, a moment's advantage or disadvantage is not what matters. At the Spirit Transformation stage, I was indeed inferior to you, Fellow Daoist Li. But now that we are at Void Refinement, we have yet to fight. Who is stronger and who is weaker remains to be seen!"
His answer was dignified and preserved the bearing of a sacred land disciple, leaving the Protector beside him satisfied.
Wu Tao kept his gaze on Ji Miaotong and said with a smile, "Last time at the